CHAPTER XIII
A SHOT IN TIME
Tom looked around at his chums. From the tent Jack poked his head,having limped from his cot at the sound of Tom's exclamation.
"Do you really think it was some sort of a 'varmint critter?'" askedJack.
"Sure," was the answer. "You can see plainly how he tramped around thistree, and, smelling the bacon, just reared up on his hind legs, clawedthe door open, and made off with part of our provisions."
"Well, it's too bad the bacon is gone," said Bert, "but this may makegood hunting for us. I've been wanting to get something bigger than afox."
"It's lucky the main part of our bacon is still in the original box,with the cover nailed on, or the beast might have gone off with that,"commented Dick.
"Yes," agreed Tom. "We'll have to be more careful after this, and Iguess it will be a good plan to keep the fire going more regularly.Fire is a good thing to scare 'em off."
"But we don't want to scare 'em off," said Jack. "I want to get a shot,as soon as my leg gets better. I'll get a bear, or something, before Igo back."
"If they don't get _you_," commented Tom grimly. "Well, let's getsupper over with, and then we'll have a conference on that mysteriouspaper."
The meal was enjoyed, albeit they ate rather hurriedly, for they wereanxious to try to solve the puzzle. The dishes were washed by thesimple process of being put to soak in the lake.
"I'll rinse them off with warm water in the morning," promised Bert.
"What's the use of being so fussy?" asked Tom. "The lake water is cleanenough."
"But it's cold," spoke Bert, "and you need hot water, and soap, to getthe grease off."
"Oh, we're not as particular as all that," declared Dick.
Lanterns were lighted as the dusk settled down, and then the ladsgathered in the main, or sleeping tent, around some boxes that had beenarranged in the form of a table. On it the paper Tom had found wasspread out.
"Well, what do you make of it now?" asked Bert, when he and the othershad stared at the document for some time.
"It's a plan--a plan of the old mill," declared Tom. "That much iscertain. See, here is the ground floor, with the main wagon entrance.Then comes the second floor where we were, with the machinery,mill-stones and the like. Then the third floor is shown, where therewere living rooms, evidently. That must be where the old hermit hangsout when he's home."
"That part is all true enough," said Bert, "but I don't see where thelocation of treasure is marked on here."
"Of course not!" exclaimed Tom. "If it was you can wager Skeel or thehermit would have had it long ago."
"Then what good is the paper?" asked Dick.
"Well, don't know yet," Tom admitted frankly. "But I think it's goingto come in useful." And he little knew what a service that same pieceof paper was shortly to render him and his companions.
"I think it's a sell," declared Jack decidedly.
"I don't," fired back Tom quickly. "I tell you what I do think, though.I think that this is only the beginning of a search Skeel and thehermit have started for the hidden hoard. This is an old plan of themill, evidently a copy of the original, for you can see that some ofthe words are spelled in the old-fashioned way, with 'f' for 's.' Andthe distances, too, instead of being in feet and inches are in chainsand links which, though they are still used by surveyors, are not insuch general use as they were in the old days."
"Then you think that the old hermit somewhere found an original of theold plans, and had a copy made?" asked Dick.
"I do, yes. And I think somehow our friend Skeel got in touch with him,and secured one of the copies to work on."
"But I can't see the good of just a plan," spoke Dick.
"I can only surmise, of course," went on Tom, "but it seems to me thatwhat Skeel intends to do is this: He will look at the plan, and fromhis knowledge of mathematics he'll try to figure out the most likelyplace for a secret chamber, where treasure would be apt to be put. Thatwould be more logical than digging here and there at random in thewalls, with the risk of bringing them down."
"That's so!" exclaimed Jack. "But what if the stuff was buried somewhereoutside the mill, Tom?"
"That's different, of course. I don't see any directions on this planfor digging in the grounds about the mill. It may be that there isanother paper--a sort of map--that the hermit has, and if he doesn'tfind the fortune in the mill he'll have a try in the grounds--the sameas others have had. But as all we have is this plan, we'll work onthat."
Once more they fell to studying the paper, but they could not seem toget anywhere. The plan gave them no more clew than any blueprint of amodern building would have done. The walls were shown, the partitions,the location of the doors, windows, and various pieces of mechanism,but that was all.
"Maybe those words and figures, that seem to refer to the building, area sort of cypher," suggested Bert.
"Maybe," admitted Tom. "I didn't think of that. How do you work out oneof these cyphers, anyhow?"
"I know a couple of ways," said Jack, and they tried his method, butthey only got a lot of meaningless words and figures, though they satup until nearly midnight.
"It's no good!" exclaimed Tom regretfully. "Let's go to bed, and haveanother try to-morrow. I'm dead tired."
They all were. So they turned in, after making a campfire blaze thatthey hoped would at least glow until dawn. Nothing disturbed theirslumbers, and in the morning, after breakfast, they again beganstudying the map.
They were forced to give it up, however, and Tom in desperationexclaimed:
"We'll just put this away for a few days, until we get another chanceto visit the mill. Then we'll take it with us, and when we're right onthe spot some idea may come to us that will put us on the right track."
The others agreed that this was a good plan, and as a sort of recreationthey went for a ride in the motorboat. They fished, having fair luck,and, having reached a large cove, not before visited, they went ashoreand cooked the dinner they had brought with them, broiling their fishover the live coals of a campfire.
"Say, this is something like living!" exclaimed Bert, as he stretchedout on some moss, and picked his teeth.
"I should say so," agreed Dick. "I'm glad you fellows let me comealong."
"We're glad to have you," declared Tom. "Supposing we take our guns andgo off in the woods? Maybe we can have a shot at the critter who tookour bacon."
"Sure! Come on!" exclaimed Bert.
"I'm afraid I'm not up to it," said Jack. "My leg is just beginningto get better, and I don't want to strain it with walking through thewoods. I might stumble."
"That's so," agreed Tom. "We'll stay here then."
"No, go on!" urged the injured lad. "Don't let me hold you back. I'llbe all right until you return."
"I'll stay with you," volunteered Dick.
"No, you go along!" insisted Jack. "I'll be all right alone. Besides, Ididn't bring my gun, and I wouldn't go if I didn't have a game leg. Goahead."
Thus urged, Tom and his two chums set off in the dense woods, takingtheir route by a compass, so that they could more easily find their wayback.
Left to himself Jack took a comfortable position, leaned against astone that he had padded with leafy branches and ferns, and before heknew it he had fallen asleep.
Meanwhile Tom and the others tramped on, looking eagerly about for somesign of legitimate game that they could take a shot at. They rousedseveral foxes, for the forest was almost primitive in its wildness, butthey did not shoot the prowling creatures, as they were valueless forfood or fur.
Tom, however, saw a big, snowy owl, and, as he wanted it for a specimenin his school den, he bowled it over.
"That'll look great, stuffed and perched on our bookcase," he said."It'll give the place an air of wisdom."
"It needs it badly enough," said Bert, "with the small amount ofstudying you and Jack do."
"Get out, you traducer!" shouted Tom.
They went on for a mile or two farther, but s
aw nothing worth theirpowder or shot, and, at Tom's suggestion, they turned back.
"We don't want to leave Jack alone too long," he explained.
They thought perhaps they might meet the hermit, or Mr. Skeel and thetwo cronies, but they neither saw nor heard anything.
Tom was in advance as they neared the place where they had left Jack,and, as he came to a place where he could have a view of the motorboaton shore, and his chum sleeping under a tree, our hero uttered anexclamation of horror.
"What is it?" cried Bert.
"Look! That beast on the branch over Jack's head!" whispered Tom,hoarsely. "It's just going to spring!"
They saw a tawny, yellow body, crouched on a limb directly over Jack,and their chum was peacefully sleeping. The back of the beast wastoward them, but Tom had a clear view of the raised head. The tail wastwitching, and the body quivering in readiness for the leap upon thesleeping lad.
"Shoot!" whispered Dick.
"I'm going to," answered Tom, and, raising his rifle, he took quick aimand pulled the trigger.
They could hear the thud of the bullet as it struck, and the nextinstant, with a scream of rage and pain, the beast launched itself intothe air.